If I Could Tell You

He wanted to run his fingers down her damaged leg, to seek out all the hurt parts. She turned her face to the sky and he understood that she was drinking it in, being alive.

Pain was a wild animal. Pain was a lion, a tiger, a wolf, biting, tearing.

Speed was a weapon of war.

La vie est la farce à mener par tous

Passion, romance, love.’ Each word was drawled out. ‘Isn’t that how you justify your adulteries, your bits on the side?

You wouldn’t want to die by accident when so many were trying to kill you on purpose.

The child was not gone, yet shaping up within him was the young man he would become.

Julia had identified a number of things to dislike about her husband, as you come to find someone you’ve hurt deserving of it.

Kindness, thought Julia, could at times feel oppressive, somewhat controlling.

Worse, she would face an even more painful truth, which was that she had read him wrong all along and he was not a man worth sacrificing your family for.